Disclaimer from Chapter 1.
Hullo everyone! I'm really sorry this update took so long, it was really a combination of me being drained after last chapter and the site being down yesterday.
To hotsoptslingshot, thank you very much for your reviews, I have two things to say. As to Mr. Jacobs's name: I went back and watched the movie again with some friends and we were divided. At the part to which you are referring I always was under the assumption that Ester, or Mrs. Jacobs, was saying "My dear", but some of my friends agreed with you that it was his name, Mayer. I could be wrong, but for now I'm gonna stick with my original interpretation.
Why the story is rated R, well that was a personal choice. I consider rape to be R rated, even if it isn't really graphic. I also think that anyone who has ever be the victim of a sexual crime will agree with me. Rape is one of the scariest, most life altering things that anyone could go through. Also, I'm not sure how far I want to go with the romance writing, and I wanted to have the freedom if I decided to get really into it later. Plus the site doesn't stop anyone from going to the R rated storied, it is up to every person to choose what they want to read, I just felt that the aforementioned parts of the story made it more than a PG-13 fic.
NOW ON TO THE STORY! (yay)
By the next morning Jack had come up with a plan to help Cate. He was sure he could make it safe for her to leave the apartment, but the plan had several stages and it would take time to set up. Before he, David, and Les left that morning he talked to Cate:
"Hey Cate, what if I would make it safe for yous to leave the apartment and not be found by your fadda?"
"Jack that would be wonderful, but you and I both know that it is not possible . . ."
He interrupted her, "But what if I could make it possible. Look, it'll take to long to explain now, but David and I'll be back at lunch to talk it ovah with you." He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the check, "see you den kiddo." And with that he left a very bewildered Cate standing in the middle of the livingroom.
"Jack," David asked as they walked down the hall, "what was that all about?"
Jack just slapped David on the back and chucked, "All in good time Davey, all in good time."
Needless to say that by lunch time Cate and David were both very curious. When the boys walked in the door Cate was waiting for them; she was leaning against the table with her arms crossed across her chest.
Jack walked forward and gave her a hug, "Cate! How was your morning?" She just raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a cold look.
"Jack, what were you talking about this morning . . . ." "Cate, Cate," Les was tugging at the front of her skirt, "I'm hungry. Can I have something to eat? Please?"
She didn't even stop talking to Jack, just reached behind her and handed Les a plate with left over roast beef and carrots from last nights dinner. ". . . . I mean, really! You had me so distracted that I could hardly get any work done." She advanced on Jack and poked him hard in the chest, "so out with it!"
"Jack, I'm gonna have to agree with Cate on this one, what are you getting at?" David asked from his place at the table.
"Okay, well, de plan's got several parts to it, and it will probably take at least a month, but I want to teach Cate to fight." He turned and faced her. "After de strike, I taught Dave and Sarah, and I could teach you too. Dat way when you left the apartment you could defend yourself. You probably wouldn't be able to fight off a group of guys, but if it was just one or two den you could hold dem off, or maybe even soak dem, so you could get away."
David was nodding his head. "You know, that would probably work."
"But you boys are forgetting the most important problem. If anyone recognizes my name it will be all over."
"You didn't let me finish," Jack continued. "See dat's where de next part of de plan comes in. Cate, remember how I told you dat de Newsies give each othah nicknames so de bulls can't find us?" Cate nodded. "Well, den we give you a new name, so dat if anyone on de street hears your name, den dey wont know it's you."
Cate looked a little doubtful. She turned to David. "Do you really think it will work?"
David seemed to think it over for a minute; then he nodded his head again. "I think if every one calls you by the new name, then yes, it will work."
Jack clapped his hands together. "Good, now as for getting you comfortable around othah people. What I tink we can do is bring some a de guys to de house one by one till you get used to dem, den we can go someplace like Tibby's and dey'll all be dere, and it will feel like being with dem in de apartment." Cate was still looking a bit afraid of leaving the building so Jack quickly interjected, "but don't worry, dat wont be for a few weeks."
When the boys left for the afternoon Cate had a lot to think about. The main focus of her thoughts was what her new name should be. It had to be something that she would recognize and would be easy to remember.
After dinner Jack took her up on the roof to start learning how to fight. His first goal was to show her how to defend herself, how to get away, and maybe even cause a little damage in the proses. He showed her how to kick a person in the knee cap so they will have a limp, break someone's grip and fingers at the same time, and how to use her fingernails to the best of her advantage by gouging them into sensitive areas such as eyes and the web between someone's fingers.
He had just finished shower all of the key sensitive areas and how to hit them from behind and head on when Sarah and David came up with a pitcher of water and two cups. They sat and drank the water in silence while watching the sun set.
As it grew darker David looked over at Cate. The sunset made her hair look more red than usual, and gave her skin a creamy glow, which made the sprinkling of freckles across her face look more prominent. He took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. "So, Cate," he started slowly, "do you know what you want your nickname to be yet?"
A strange look crossed her face as she looked at him. "Well, I'm sure I want it to be another family name, so I was thinking of Lily, it was my mother's mother's name."
"Oh, Cate, what a lovely name, I think its perfect!" Sarah exclaimed. She turned to Jack, "what do you think Jack?"
Jack thought abut it for a minute, Lily, it was nice, and it suited Cate well. It was short, and could be cut down to Lil to be less formal. He smiled at Cate who seemed to waiting apprehensively for his reaction. "I like it," he declared.
A wide grin broke out across David's face, "Lily, it is then. What about a last name?"
"Really Dave, I don't tink she'll need one, if we just call her by Lily and introduce her dat way, den we wont have a problem. Besides, we could always add one on latah." Jack gave Cate, now Lily, a hug, "Welcome to a new start kiddo."
Cate hugged him back, "Its good to be here. Now, if you don't mind, its getting late, and I'm getting cold." She and David started towards the door, but looked back when Jack and Sarah didn't follow. Instead, Jack had his arms around Sarah, with her back pressed to his chest. They were both gazing out over the roof tops and he was whispering something in her ear.
Cate looked at the couple, then back to David. He also looked at the two people on the other side of the roof, then gave Cate a smile, and held out his hand to her. She gave a small shrug at the lovers, (who by now had completely forgotten every one else in the world) and took David's hand.
As they walked back down the stairs Cate laughed a little. The whole situation was like something out of a book, being rescued and restarting her life with a new name. It all smacked of some kind of fairytale, she only hoped that she wouldn't wake in her bed back at her father's house to find it had all been a wonderful dream.
David, hearing her laugh, squeezed her hand and asked, "whats so funny?"
"Oh, all of this really. It feels like something out of a Shakespear play or something like that. But," she smiled at him, which caused his smile to grow, "I feel lucky too."
"Well, this is real. Besides, Shakespear is overrated . . ."
"He is not! He was a genius, his plays are brilliant and . . ."
"I would hardly say brilliant. Especially Hamlet, that was the longest play I have ever read! It just kept going, and he didn't do anything but complain."
By this time they had reached the door to the apartment, and had to lower their voices so Mrs. Jacobs wouldn't scold them. "Okay," Cate whispered, "so Hamlet was long and drab, but Macbeth, now that was a story!"
"Alright, I'll give you Macbeth. It is much better than Hamlet at least, same amount of death and tragedy, half the pages."
"And what about the comedies? Some of them are really good too, like All's Well that Ends Well, or the Merry Wives of Windsor, or . . . ."
"Okay, okay, he has some good plays, but some of them are really overdone. I swear, if I have to read or watch Romeo and Juliet one more time . . ."
"I know what you mean! I think I hate that play just because there have been so many bad productions and versions of it. . . " After that she was cut off because she had to stifle a huge yawn.
They had been standing holding hands at the door to the girl's room, (which was really no more than the same room the boys slept in with a curtain drawn across the room to "provide privacy") for a few minutes. David really wanted to hug her or kiss her on the cheek or something, but they just stood there holding hands and looking at each other.
"Well," Cate said, "I've got to get some sleep." David nodded, "David, do you really think Jack's plan will work?"
He looked her right in the eyes, and squeezed her hand in a reassuring way. "If anyone could pull of something like this, it would be Jack."
She smiled at him again, and his heart started beating faster. Her eyes were so beautiful with the sparkle of her smile and moon reflecting off of them, making them the palest blueish gray. "Goodnight David." With that she let go of his hand and turned to walk to her side of the room.
"Cate," he said. It had been hardly more than a whisper, but she had turned immediately to look at him, almost as if she had expected it.
"Yes?" He hesitated for a second, then let out a breath of air he didn't even know he had been holding. "Uhh, Goodnight."
She looked a little disappointed, but smiled at him anyways, "Goodnight."
awww, so cute! Thanks for the reviews guys, please keep it up.
Estrellalily
Hullo everyone! I'm really sorry this update took so long, it was really a combination of me being drained after last chapter and the site being down yesterday.
To hotsoptslingshot, thank you very much for your reviews, I have two things to say. As to Mr. Jacobs's name: I went back and watched the movie again with some friends and we were divided. At the part to which you are referring I always was under the assumption that Ester, or Mrs. Jacobs, was saying "My dear", but some of my friends agreed with you that it was his name, Mayer. I could be wrong, but for now I'm gonna stick with my original interpretation.
Why the story is rated R, well that was a personal choice. I consider rape to be R rated, even if it isn't really graphic. I also think that anyone who has ever be the victim of a sexual crime will agree with me. Rape is one of the scariest, most life altering things that anyone could go through. Also, I'm not sure how far I want to go with the romance writing, and I wanted to have the freedom if I decided to get really into it later. Plus the site doesn't stop anyone from going to the R rated storied, it is up to every person to choose what they want to read, I just felt that the aforementioned parts of the story made it more than a PG-13 fic.
NOW ON TO THE STORY! (yay)
By the next morning Jack had come up with a plan to help Cate. He was sure he could make it safe for her to leave the apartment, but the plan had several stages and it would take time to set up. Before he, David, and Les left that morning he talked to Cate:
"Hey Cate, what if I would make it safe for yous to leave the apartment and not be found by your fadda?"
"Jack that would be wonderful, but you and I both know that it is not possible . . ."
He interrupted her, "But what if I could make it possible. Look, it'll take to long to explain now, but David and I'll be back at lunch to talk it ovah with you." He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the check, "see you den kiddo." And with that he left a very bewildered Cate standing in the middle of the livingroom.
"Jack," David asked as they walked down the hall, "what was that all about?"
Jack just slapped David on the back and chucked, "All in good time Davey, all in good time."
Needless to say that by lunch time Cate and David were both very curious. When the boys walked in the door Cate was waiting for them; she was leaning against the table with her arms crossed across her chest.
Jack walked forward and gave her a hug, "Cate! How was your morning?" She just raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a cold look.
"Jack, what were you talking about this morning . . . ." "Cate, Cate," Les was tugging at the front of her skirt, "I'm hungry. Can I have something to eat? Please?"
She didn't even stop talking to Jack, just reached behind her and handed Les a plate with left over roast beef and carrots from last nights dinner. ". . . . I mean, really! You had me so distracted that I could hardly get any work done." She advanced on Jack and poked him hard in the chest, "so out with it!"
"Jack, I'm gonna have to agree with Cate on this one, what are you getting at?" David asked from his place at the table.
"Okay, well, de plan's got several parts to it, and it will probably take at least a month, but I want to teach Cate to fight." He turned and faced her. "After de strike, I taught Dave and Sarah, and I could teach you too. Dat way when you left the apartment you could defend yourself. You probably wouldn't be able to fight off a group of guys, but if it was just one or two den you could hold dem off, or maybe even soak dem, so you could get away."
David was nodding his head. "You know, that would probably work."
"But you boys are forgetting the most important problem. If anyone recognizes my name it will be all over."
"You didn't let me finish," Jack continued. "See dat's where de next part of de plan comes in. Cate, remember how I told you dat de Newsies give each othah nicknames so de bulls can't find us?" Cate nodded. "Well, den we give you a new name, so dat if anyone on de street hears your name, den dey wont know it's you."
Cate looked a little doubtful. She turned to David. "Do you really think it will work?"
David seemed to think it over for a minute; then he nodded his head again. "I think if every one calls you by the new name, then yes, it will work."
Jack clapped his hands together. "Good, now as for getting you comfortable around othah people. What I tink we can do is bring some a de guys to de house one by one till you get used to dem, den we can go someplace like Tibby's and dey'll all be dere, and it will feel like being with dem in de apartment." Cate was still looking a bit afraid of leaving the building so Jack quickly interjected, "but don't worry, dat wont be for a few weeks."
When the boys left for the afternoon Cate had a lot to think about. The main focus of her thoughts was what her new name should be. It had to be something that she would recognize and would be easy to remember.
After dinner Jack took her up on the roof to start learning how to fight. His first goal was to show her how to defend herself, how to get away, and maybe even cause a little damage in the proses. He showed her how to kick a person in the knee cap so they will have a limp, break someone's grip and fingers at the same time, and how to use her fingernails to the best of her advantage by gouging them into sensitive areas such as eyes and the web between someone's fingers.
He had just finished shower all of the key sensitive areas and how to hit them from behind and head on when Sarah and David came up with a pitcher of water and two cups. They sat and drank the water in silence while watching the sun set.
As it grew darker David looked over at Cate. The sunset made her hair look more red than usual, and gave her skin a creamy glow, which made the sprinkling of freckles across her face look more prominent. He took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. "So, Cate," he started slowly, "do you know what you want your nickname to be yet?"
A strange look crossed her face as she looked at him. "Well, I'm sure I want it to be another family name, so I was thinking of Lily, it was my mother's mother's name."
"Oh, Cate, what a lovely name, I think its perfect!" Sarah exclaimed. She turned to Jack, "what do you think Jack?"
Jack thought abut it for a minute, Lily, it was nice, and it suited Cate well. It was short, and could be cut down to Lil to be less formal. He smiled at Cate who seemed to waiting apprehensively for his reaction. "I like it," he declared.
A wide grin broke out across David's face, "Lily, it is then. What about a last name?"
"Really Dave, I don't tink she'll need one, if we just call her by Lily and introduce her dat way, den we wont have a problem. Besides, we could always add one on latah." Jack gave Cate, now Lily, a hug, "Welcome to a new start kiddo."
Cate hugged him back, "Its good to be here. Now, if you don't mind, its getting late, and I'm getting cold." She and David started towards the door, but looked back when Jack and Sarah didn't follow. Instead, Jack had his arms around Sarah, with her back pressed to his chest. They were both gazing out over the roof tops and he was whispering something in her ear.
Cate looked at the couple, then back to David. He also looked at the two people on the other side of the roof, then gave Cate a smile, and held out his hand to her. She gave a small shrug at the lovers, (who by now had completely forgotten every one else in the world) and took David's hand.
As they walked back down the stairs Cate laughed a little. The whole situation was like something out of a book, being rescued and restarting her life with a new name. It all smacked of some kind of fairytale, she only hoped that she wouldn't wake in her bed back at her father's house to find it had all been a wonderful dream.
David, hearing her laugh, squeezed her hand and asked, "whats so funny?"
"Oh, all of this really. It feels like something out of a Shakespear play or something like that. But," she smiled at him, which caused his smile to grow, "I feel lucky too."
"Well, this is real. Besides, Shakespear is overrated . . ."
"He is not! He was a genius, his plays are brilliant and . . ."
"I would hardly say brilliant. Especially Hamlet, that was the longest play I have ever read! It just kept going, and he didn't do anything but complain."
By this time they had reached the door to the apartment, and had to lower their voices so Mrs. Jacobs wouldn't scold them. "Okay," Cate whispered, "so Hamlet was long and drab, but Macbeth, now that was a story!"
"Alright, I'll give you Macbeth. It is much better than Hamlet at least, same amount of death and tragedy, half the pages."
"And what about the comedies? Some of them are really good too, like All's Well that Ends Well, or the Merry Wives of Windsor, or . . . ."
"Okay, okay, he has some good plays, but some of them are really overdone. I swear, if I have to read or watch Romeo and Juliet one more time . . ."
"I know what you mean! I think I hate that play just because there have been so many bad productions and versions of it. . . " After that she was cut off because she had to stifle a huge yawn.
They had been standing holding hands at the door to the girl's room, (which was really no more than the same room the boys slept in with a curtain drawn across the room to "provide privacy") for a few minutes. David really wanted to hug her or kiss her on the cheek or something, but they just stood there holding hands and looking at each other.
"Well," Cate said, "I've got to get some sleep." David nodded, "David, do you really think Jack's plan will work?"
He looked her right in the eyes, and squeezed her hand in a reassuring way. "If anyone could pull of something like this, it would be Jack."
She smiled at him again, and his heart started beating faster. Her eyes were so beautiful with the sparkle of her smile and moon reflecting off of them, making them the palest blueish gray. "Goodnight David." With that she let go of his hand and turned to walk to her side of the room.
"Cate," he said. It had been hardly more than a whisper, but she had turned immediately to look at him, almost as if she had expected it.
"Yes?" He hesitated for a second, then let out a breath of air he didn't even know he had been holding. "Uhh, Goodnight."
She looked a little disappointed, but smiled at him anyways, "Goodnight."
awww, so cute! Thanks for the reviews guys, please keep it up.
Estrellalily